The Book Of Memory (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
Turn me loose and let me beYoung once more and fancy free;Let me wander where I will,Down the lane and ...
Turn me loose and let me beYoung once more and fancy free;Let me wander where I will,Down the lane and ...
In the Christmas times of the long ago,There was one event we used to know That was better than any ...
I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; Ye have built you unmysterious homes and ways ...
I AM mine own priest, and I shrive myself Of all my wasted yesterdays. Though sin And sloth and foolishness, ...
ALONG nerve and sinew doth old-age creep And it is time for sleep ; Not the deep dead sleep of ...
A song of the setting sun! The sky in the west is red, And the day is all but ...
LXIWhen I remember, Love, the happy hours That came too rarely, and appeared too brief, Rescued by us from our ...
So casually we met, our meeting endedBy casual farewell, a commonplaceOnly our inner vision comprehended:Our hands had bridged illimitable space.Our ...
I try to live each dayIn such a wayThat when tomorrow makes today a yesterdayI will have woven into the ...
My TO-MORROW is but a flittingFancy of the brain;God's TO-MORROW an angel sitting,Ready for joy or pain.My TO-MORROW has no ...
In a dear land, in a dim land,By well-remembered streams,Bare trees in moorland hollows standWhere a lost sunset gleams;There joy ...
The Genoese his world's horizon scanned;Fools scoffed him, savants laughed and bishops bannedWith Columbus perished all their ancient ways,Old forms ...
I've trod the links with many a man, And played him club for club; 'Tis scarce a year since I ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
In reflection, see You in our joys and our sorrows with us throughout the year all of our yesterdays knowing ...
The first Day's Night had come -- And grateful that a thing So terrible -- had been endured -- I ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because ...
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes, ...
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